I am sorry. I am stealing what I cannot repay; taking what I cannot reciprocate; tempting with no intention of fulfilling. It wasn't my intention to do this, but because of how things are, it is the natural way.
We have to end it, friendship that it is to me- I know it's more to you. I hope there's a way to ease out, I wish there was and that you would be satisfied. But I doubt there is, after all these years. Maybe I need to be frank and let you heal and pray that you find salvation from a message pounding within yourself. I, I cannot aid you, that much is certain. I am hindering you and playing the part of the seducer, almost- not because I am coy or acting in a coquettish manner, but because what is to me little is to you much, and I am paying no respect to that- or you. I play the whore because I allow you to give to me- time, money- and I sweep away the awkwardness and the sin that laces the whole affair. I cannot take any longer. Your time is not mine to take.